Book of Spells

As a child he was taught by
learned masters never to endanger
other lives except for those
whose evil was to do nothing
but destroy.

The boy became the man
and cut quite a dazzling display
for all the young maidens at court
his mind was filled with magic
and, too many things to hazard
or allow his heart to fall
beneath loves own enchanting spell.

He would deny himself
until the day Arthur was
crowned king
then well,
maybe if a maiden would give
a gentle look
maybe then…

He gave out a harsh sounding sigh
chiding himself for allowing his
mind to stray.

The candle flickered to remind
we are all here for just a shadow of time
how long for, no-one could say
not even a wizard.

With that in mind
he dipped his quill back into the ink
and continued to write his latest
in the book of spells.


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Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

36 thoughts on “Book of Spells”

  1. We all write our own spells. Magic is an individual thing. You captured that well.

  2. … once upon a time … o, Bren … wish it was true … my mumme taught me well … bless her … bless you … for keeping the spark alive ….

  3. Love this magical tale of old, Bren. Nothing like the magic of old, I think. Life and magic was so much simpler then.

  4. I love this type of poetry. This piece is such a full story. I love that magic won. The ‘enchanting spell’ of love, delicious! 🙂

  5. There are so many ways of making your mark on life. We writers are all Merlin’s making our marks hoping that by our spells we to can affect others lives. Great analogy here.

  6. oh, enjoyed this spell of a poem, beauty. my mind wanders to kings queens
    and magical potions – thank you for the adventure.

  7. Fun poem – the young Merlin – I’ve been watching the series on Netflix. Every take on him is different. Think I still love Excalibur best. This is such a clever and likable poem. Thanks for sharing!

  8. you weaved quite a spell with this poem.

    “the candle flickered…we are all here for just a shadow of time.” I like the contrast between light and dark. I imagine each flicker like one less breath before it all goes out.

  9. But I have to forgive him for taking a chance–he worked so hard, and life is so short! Great narration.

  10. Yeah magic is grand and love delving into such a land, wish a rich spell would come to my little rhyming bum.

  11. The joy of learning..and perhaps growing older..writing our thoughts and memories..whether or not we are destined to be magic makers..all things have a little magic when turned into ink..jae

  12. smiles…this harkens to many a memory of mine…i love magic and fantasy stories growing up….still do…love the nod to merlin as well… read bren…

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